Tessa's POV:From the moment the door clicked shut, I knew things were going to spiral. For goodness' sake.Summer’s breath came out in hitches in the silence, too loud in the large room. I pressed my body tighter to the cold floor, every muscle locked and straining. The recorder blinked once, then vanished into shadow again—silent, but ever listening.“Hey,” Summer said again, her voice fraying at the end. “I just… I need to know. About that night.”“What night?” Tori’s voice was soft. Friendly. Too friendly.“The night you told me to knock on her door. Tessa’s door.”Silence.From beneath the bed, I could hear the rustle of sheets—Tori had moved. Sat up, maybe.“Summer, you must be confused.” She said, and this time the friendliness was gone. “What are you talking about?”Summer took a deep breath. I could hear her shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the scrape of her boot against the floor. “Don’t do that. Please don’t pretend like you don’t know. You told me to say tha
Tessa's POV:From the moment the door clicked shut, I knew things were going to spiral. For goodness' sake.Summer’s breath came out in hitches in the silence, too loud in the large room. I pressed my body tighter to the cold floor, every muscle locked and straining. The recorder blinked once, then vanished into shadow again—silent, but ever listening.“Hey,” Summer said again, her voice fraying at the end. “I just… I need to know. About that night.”“What night?” Tori’s voice was soft. Friendly. Too friendly.“The night you told me to knock on her door. Tessa’s door.”Silence.From beneath the bed, I could hear the rustle of sheets—Tori had moved. Sat up, maybe.“Summer, you must be confused.” She said, and this time the friendliness was gone. “What are you talking about?”Summer took a deep breath. I could hear her shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the scrape of her boot against the floor. “Don’t do that. Please don’t pretend like you don’t know. You told me to say tha
Tessa's POV:I didn’t sleep after Summer left.Even after I locked the window, even after I lay back down, I stared at the ceiling for hours, wide awake, the conversation still echoing through my mind.She had knocked. She had followed orders. But she hadn’t taken the necklace.And the one who had?Tori.I shouldn’t have been surprised. The moment Summer spoke her name, something inside me clicked into place. I’d known, hadn’t I? Deep down. We all had. The way she hovered at the edges of the drama, calm but never too calm. Curious but never too involved. Always watching. Always listening.Always one step ahead.And now?She was about to be caught.I had to appreciate the genius behind it, though. The level of manipulation and skill it took to execute a plan of such magnitude. Get someone else to do your dirty work and leave no trace behind. Well, almost no trace. I don't think Tori would appreciate knowing that Summer was a loose end she did not tie up. But it was entirely up to fat
Tessa's POV:Leaving the girls and heading to my room, I didn't notice the time fly, my mind too preoccupied on everything, from the mysterious figure in the hood to the way the rumor had spread like wildfire. It was almost enough to distract me from a very discomforting fact.The room was quiet. No, wrong way to put it.The room was too quiet.It was the kind of quiet that wrapped around you too tightly, like a wool blanket soaked in ice water. I’d been asleep – I was sure of it – but now I was sitting up, heart thudding against my ribs like it was trying to escape.A noise again.Soft. Barely there. But deliberate.Scratch.Tap. Huh?My eyes darted toward the window. For a split second, I thought maybe it was a tree branch, a bird, a trick of the wind—Then I saw the shadow move.I didn’t think—I just moved.My hand shot out and flicked on the bedside lamp, flooding the room with golden light.A figure flinched at the window, her hand still pressed against the glass. For half a hea
Tessa's POV:The rumor didn’t work.By morning, it was obvious. No mysterious footsteps at our door. No secret notes slipped under the carpet. No nervous maid tugging her apron and begging us to listen.Nothing.Grace said maybe the wrong people had overheard it. Lily thought maybe the maid was just too clever to fall for it. Amelia just muttered under her breath and threw herself into yet another round of wardrobe surveillance.And me?I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the pale light pouring in through the curtains, feeling… stuck.We’d played our cards. We’d whispered our bait into the wind. And the wind had carried it straight into oblivion.I thought about how I heard in the movies the heroine always had a way to fix everything. Or it always worked out for them. “Well, guess I'm not the main character of my own story.”No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than Grace muttered to herself, lost in her own mind, and said, “Oof. Low blow.” I did a double take at her, for it
Tessa's POV:It was another day. I found a loose thread on the edge of my sleeve and began unknotting it slowly, pulling it free with the sort of concentration one would normally use for disarming bombs. Anything to keep my hands busy. Anything to delay the creeping sense of helplessness that had been yipping at my heels since Amelia said it, “We didn’t find anything.”The room was quiet again, except for the soft sounds of the curtains and the occasional creak from the old floorboards beneath us. It was well past midnight now. Everyone was too tired to speak, but too wound up to sleep. We had been at it for hours, thinking of what to do. Grace sat cross legged on the floor, playing around with a broken quill. Amelia paced quietly near the fireplace, eyes flicking from the flames to the closed wardrobe like it might burst open and offer us answers. I almost snorted at this. If only.Lily leaned against the bed, chewing her lip. Kate, on the other hand, stared blankly at the far wall.
Tessa's POV:The corridor felt longer than it had any right to be. Each step behind Tori felt like walking a cliff's edge — like one single mistake and the entire plan would collapse. My heart pounded like an EDM machine, every beat echoing in my ears louder than her clicking heels ahead of me.She didn’t speak as she walked. Didn’t glance back. But her silence said enough.She was suspicious.Dangerously so.We were nearly at her room now – the grand, lavish corner suite at the far end of the east wing. Of course she had one of the biggest rooms. It wasn’t even hers originally. Rumor had it she’d charmed one of the stewards into switching the plaques.I just hoped Amelia and the others had gotten out in time. That they’d slipped away like shadows before the door swung open.Tori reached into her pocket and brought out her key. I watched her fingers fumble with it slightly — not clumsy, not nervous, just… distracted. Her thoughts weren’t in her hands anymore. They were behind her.On
Tessa's POV:I watched her turn on her heel, hair whipping behind her like a banner of war. It reminded me of when my stepmother thought she had the upper hand. And to be honest, she always had. But I liked to think I wasn't the same scared girl anymore. But it was one thing to think that and another to put it to the test. I guess it was now or never.Tori really thought it was over—thought she’d landed the final blow, for she didn't even look back as she headed to her room. But I couldn’t let her walk away. Not yet. Not until Amelia and the girls had cleared the room. Not until I bought us just a little more time.“Tori,” I called after her, my voice sharper than I intended. “You really think this is how you win?”She paused, just for a second. That was all I needed.“You're wasting your time, you know,” I continued, stepping forward. “Digging through the dirt, trying to find cracks in something that’s not even breaking.”She turned slowly, the same predatory calm in her expression,
Tessa's POV:Tori's slap still burned on my cheek, but I refused to flinch. I met her gaze, steady and unyielding, letting the silence between us stretch tight and taut.She sneered, her features twisting, stepping closer until our faces were inches apart. "You're nothing, Tessa. A nobody from a family so low, even they didn't want you."The words hit like a punch to the gut. My breath caught, and I blinked, trying to process the venom in her voice.“I did some digging.” She continued, her tone mocking. "Your parents gave you up, didn't they? Sold you, like you were worth nothing. But aren't you, darling? And now you think you belong here, among the elite? With Lucian? With this pack? You must be joking. Or just a joke, who knows?"I swallowed hard, the sting of her words cutting deep. "You had me investigated?"She laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “Of course I did. I needed to know what kind of trash was trying to claw her way into Lucian's life.”My fists clenched without me even real